“I’ve missed this ass, Ellie. Who does it belong to, baby?”
“You, Liam. Always, you,” I answer immediately.
“Such a good little girl, giving me the right answer. I think maybe you need a reward.” His fingertip moves along the fabric of my thong and it seems to burn me as it does. “What do you think, Ice? Do you need a reward?”
“Please, Liam,” I beg, so turned on it’s ridiculous and he’s barely touched me. His fingers slide under the fabric of my thong and he pulls it tight so that it puts friction against my pussy and slips between my lips abrading my clit and causing me to moan at the sensation. He pulls the fabric outward, tugging on it so it works my pussy like a puppet. My clit, already swollen, is drenched, and I’m sure the fabric is too. “Oh fuck,” I hiss, thinking he’s going to make me come using nothing but my panties.
“Lean down and angle that sweet little ass out, Ellie,” he growls against my ear.
I shudder, so close to exploding that if he just touched me I’d shatter. I do exactly as he asks, afraid that if I don’t he’ll stop and that’s the last thing I want.
He does stop, but even as I whimper in protest, I hear the fabric of my thong rip.
“Liam, you’re torturing me,” I complain. I hold tighter onto the dresser, afraid my knees are going to give out on me.
I look into the mirror. His head is bent down and I know he’s looking at his cock, but I can’t see from this angle. His face is almost tortured and beautiful in its hunger. I bite into my lip, my eyes closing as I feel the head of his heated cock move over my ass, leaving a wet trail where he spanked me.
“Fuck, yeah, Ice. I really did miss this ass,” he groans.
“Liam…”
I don’t know what I’m asking for, maybe nothing. I just know whatever he’s doing to me seems monumental. Intuitively, I know that I’ll never be the same again. I feel the head of his cock push between my cheeks, applying pressure to the entrance of my ass. My body betrays me, automatically thrusting out to meet him, wanting what he’s giving, even if I’m apprehensive. He moves his cock back and forth in between the small valley, pushing his head against the tight opening, but never quite entering. He does this repeatedly, and I get lost in the repetition. Then, unexpectedly, his cock moves lower, tunneling between my thighs, and sliding against the tender aroused flesh that leads to my clit.
“You’re so fucking wet, Ice. I’d forgotten what magic we create together.”
He’s right. That’s the only word for it, too.
Magic.
“Quit torturing me, Liam. I need you,” I pant, leaning deeper against the dresser, I reach my hand between my legs, to touch his wet cock, pressing it up against me, loving the way that feels. Liam slaps my ass, this time harder than before, causing my entire body to shudder and a fresh new wave of wetness to soak his cock and run down my thighs.
I’ve never been this wet in my life.
“Remember the rules, Ellie. What are they?”
“You give me what I need and how I need it,” I murmur the words that I learned early on in our relationship. Liam is definitely the dominate man in the bedroom and I love every second of it.
His hand wraps in my hair, as he twists the curls and roughly pulls my head back.
“I hope you’re ready for me, Ice,” he growls, slamming inside of me and not stopping until he’s completely ceded. It’s rough enough that it takes my breath away, but it feels so good that I’m instantly squeezing my muscles against his cock, trying to keep him inside of me. “Jesus, Ellie,” he groans. “It gets better every time.” He begins sliding in and out of me. His strokes hard, methodical, and soul-rocking.
“God, yes, Liam. More, baby. I’m so close. Take me harder,” I yell, and I am yelling. I’ve never been quiet in the bedroom. Nothing Liam does to me has ever made being quiet an option.
Somehow, impossibly, his thrusts get harder, more controlled, but there’s no doubt that he’s drilling my pussy. His hand tightens in my hair.
“Is this what you wanted, Ellie? You wanted me to fuck you so hard you’ll be sore for days?”
“You’re mine, Ellie,” he growls, withdrawing only to slam all the way back in again. “Say it.”
“Yours, Liam.”
He reaches around me and I feel his fingers slide against my clit as he slams in and out of me. He’s fucking me so hard the dresser is moving with each thrust. His forceful grip on me will leave bruises, but I welcome them.
“Come for me, Ellie. I want to feel you come all over my cock as I empty my cum inside of you.”